“I am Princess Zelda of Hyrule.”
Her reply was automatic and curt. Not that she ment it disrespectfully; It was merely a forced habit. The court relished any opportunity to cry dishonor on unsuspecting souls.
With that mindset, Zelda straightened up, running a hand through wind swept hair. It was going to kill her to lay aside her curiosity- The Repairman pratically radiated with mystery!- but she had to take care of business first.
“I would like to invite you inside to rest, once the port- ah, Wall, is properly handled. You must be exhausted after your travels, Mister Repairman.”
Zelda decided to hold off on any nicknames. She didnt think he’d appreciate the only one that came to mind, ‘Grumpy’.

“Oh, well…” the Repairman cleared his throat. His posture seemed to improve, and he tried to avert his eyes. "‘Scuse me, your highness.“

He risked looking at the Wall.

“That shouldn’t take too long, your graceful…um… holiness,” he decided, realizing too late he had forgotten a lot of formal titles (he did not meet up with royalty often). “I would be honored to stay here for a moment.”

He tapped his siren light.

“You’ll have to excuse me, your lofty televangelness, but I can’t–I mean, cannot say how long I can stay for. Mine is…an unpredictable business.”

He waited to see if it was okay for him to finish repairs.